Either she was making progress with keeping the girl in a good mood, or she was unnaturally cheerful by nature. Smiling back, Elsa entered the house looking around curiously. It was undoubtedly a home, it showed signs of the people who had lived and passed through there. At the same time there was something, something that was off and that Elsa could not quite put her finger on it. There was a certain stillness in the air that her over-sensitive mind picked up. Listening to Roran speak, she wanted to ask about Gwaren, about her family, about all the words, hints about a world that she knew nothing about. But of course she could not.
Sitting down she smiled again, her face unused to the motion. This was like nothing she had ever experienced, the kindness, someone making an effort for her, trying to make her comfortable. It was unexpected, and unsettling. Roran wasn't gone long, and Elsa spent the time trying to gather her wits, anxiously awaiting what sort of brother it would prove to be. The girl was a soldier, it was quite possible after all that her brother was one too, a knight even. The young man who appeared in the door was nothing like her misgivings though, and a measure of her nervous unease slid off her. Smiling gently at the young man, his abundance of dark hair quite unlike his elder sisters. "Nice to meet you, Brynn," she said, nodding her head regally at him, even though her smile was kind.
"Thank you," she managed at last, the words uncomfortable in her mouth. She was not used to asking for help, and neither receiving it. She could not at all understand Roran's motives, but her kind attentions had gone too far not to be thankful for. "It is better than what I have made do with for months." It was even the truth, an exotic thing in itself. "Why are you doing this?"